His Calculated Betrayal

His Calculated Betrayal

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My name was Seraphina, Guardian of the Veil in Aethelburg, blessed with a loving husband, Malakor, and our son, Kael. My sacred duty was to ensure souls found serene passage into their next lives, maintaining cosmic balance. But then, something unthinkable happened: the Draught was secretly replaced, unleashing chaos upon Earth as souls were reborn remembering ancient pains. I, the Guardian, was blamed for this "Calamity" and unjustly banished to the harrowing Wailing Chasm for five torturous centuries. When I finally returned, a shadow of my former self, clinging to hope, my dearest husband and son greeted me with what seemed like true sorrow and unwavering belief. Yet, a horrifying secret, overheard by chance, tore my fragile world apart. It was revealed that Malakor sacrificed me to protect his ambitious sister, Lyra, who had orchestrated the entire catastrophe, using our own son, Kael, as her unwitting pawn. The family I adored had betrayed me, allowing me to suffer unimaginable torment just to preserve their status and shield Lyra' s cruel games. The shock, the sheer injustice, transformed my despair into a scorching rage as I saw the true depths of their calculated cruelty. I realized their reunion was a calculated lie, designed to break me further, and Lyra even stole my sacred ancestral robes, gloating in her victory. My only escape, my last hope, lay in the ancient Cipher of Thresholds, an artifact passed down through my lineage. I meticulously prepared my escape, leaving behind every last vestige of the life they had so casually destroyed. With the Cipher, I opened a gateway, choosing freedom and a new beginning over lingering in the ashes of their betrayal. I stepped through, severing every tie to Aethelburg, determined to rebuild a life where their shadows could never reach me again.

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My name was Seraphina, Guardian of the Veil in Aethelburg, blessed with a loving husband, Malakor, and our son, Kael.

My sacred duty was to ensure souls found serene passage into their next lives, maintaining cosmic balance.

But then, something unthinkable happened: the Draught was secretly replaced, unleashing chaos upon Earth as souls were reborn remembering ancient pains.

I, the Guardian, was blamed for this "Calamity" and unjustly banished to the harrowing Wailing Chasm for five torturous centuries.

When I finally returned, a shadow of my former self, clinging to hope, my dearest husband and son greeted me with what seemed like true sorrow and unwavering belief.

Yet, a horrifying secret, overheard by chance, tore my fragile world apart.

It was revealed that Malakor sacrificed me to protect his ambitious sister, Lyra, who had orchestrated the entire catastrophe, using our own son, Kael, as her unwitting pawn.

The family I adored had betrayed me, allowing me to suffer unimaginable torment just to preserve their status and shield Lyra' s cruel games.

The shock, the sheer injustice, transformed my despair into a scorching rage as I saw the true depths of their calculated cruelty.

I realized their reunion was a calculated lie, designed to break me further, and Lyra even stole my sacred ancestral robes, gloating in her victory.

My only escape, my last hope, lay in the ancient Cipher of Thresholds, an artifact passed down through my lineage.

I meticulously prepared my escape, leaving behind every last vestige of the life they had so casually destroyed.

With the Cipher, I opened a gateway, choosing freedom and a new beginning over lingering in the ashes of their betrayal.

I stepped through, severing every tie to Aethelburg, determined to rebuild a life where their shadows could never reach me again.

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